Their voices are always lingering in my ears, lingering, and the rock songs that fill the dormitory are flowing in my ears. Youth is like the song "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. It smells like weed killer, and it smells not so clean. It hits your nose head-on and is impressive. Youth is a process of death, and it is also destined to be reborn and transformed. It is the past me that dies, and the new me is the one who is reborn after nirvana. The three years of college are a cycle. Without meeting you, I would not be who I am now. To be precise, the me I am now is just one of the countless possibilities of my past.